As Wen Qing finished speaking, another person came out of the tent. This time it was a young man with great lung capacity and plenty of energy.
"Where is this? Help, help... ghost... ghost! Ahhh!!!"
The young man let out a series of earth-shattering howls, and he ran away tumbling. He stumbled, and fell straight into the sand, fainting from fright.
"One stuttered, the other fainted, so boring." Wen Qing tutted in disdain, he moved closer to Chen Yang, "Luckily you guys are here, otherwise I would be bored to death this round."
Chen Yang was barefoot, with sand filling his toes and the soft touch seeping into his flesh. He felt a little uncomfortable and rubbed the back of his left foot with his right foot.
"Handsome guy, your equipment isn't ideal." Wen Qing looked at Chen Yang in the light of the flashlight, "Why are your hands wrapped?"
"Look at you, how could you be so careless? You shouldn't touch water, right? Now you're in trouble, ah."
He expressed sympathy but his eyes showed gloating.
Chen Yang did not cooperate with Wen Qing's performance. He grabbed Chao Jian's cane and said, "It's almost dawn."
Chao Jian looked into the distance.
After a while, ten people were standing on the beach, one of whom was actually an acquaintance of Chen Yang, another survivor of the first mission.
Zhao Yuan.
When the sunny boy saw Chen Yang, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes.
"Chen Yang!" Zhao Yuan's thousands of words merged into one shout, which he shouted at the top of his lungs, overflowing with emotion.
"Let's talk later." Chen Yang waved his hand to calm him down.
"Little fanboy." Wen Qing sighed, "I envy you so much, I don't have that."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and said hypocritically: "I don't know if I will ever get to see a fan meeting like this in my lifetime."
Chen Yang: “…”
A small, thin piece of white appeared on the horizon, and gradually, an orange-red round cake floated up on the sea.
The brilliant rays of light spread across the sea level, and a soft halo extended to the beach.
It's dawn.
The scene of the bathhouse appeared before everyone's eyes.
Reefs, tents, changing rooms, ticket offices, toilets, lifeguard platforms, and a few small sheds selling beach supplies...
A sea breeze wrapped in orange light blew by, and the wind chimes made of shells rang crisply.
Chen Yang was very sensitive to numbers. He asked curiously, "There are only ten people in eleven tents. Where is the other one?"
"Oh my, is this going to be a very exciting start?" Wen Qing volunteered to check the tents one by one. When he reached the last one, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.
"What's wrong? Is someone dead?" Zhao Yuan looked at Chen Yang nervously.
The others also looked over reflexively.
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze from observing Wen Qing: "Just the opposite."
The literary youth wants a wonderful start.
Unfortunately, he did not get what he wanted. The eleventh person was a drunkard and was still sleeping soundly in the tent.
The hipster flicked a coin into the air, caught it with one hand when it fell, and covered it with the other hand.
People who didn't know him thought he was trying to judge good or bad luck by the flowers and numbers, and they all stared at his hands.
But he was just pretending.
"All eleven people in this round are young men."
Without even looking at the coin, Hip Hop held it between his fingers: "It looks like it will be fun."
"I hope so."
He looked at everyone with sincere eyes, as if to say, please, let my wish come true, thank you.
Everyone: “…”
Those who don't understand Wen Qing labeled him as a psychopath because of this incident.
Zhao Yuan took on the task of educating the newcomers. He answered every question and each answer was a long paragraph, accompanied by his own imagination.
After the newlyweds asked all the questions they wanted to ask, there was dead silence.
The first one to come out was Feng Chu, a quiet and handsome boy in a white shirt. The one who fainted while howling was He Xiangrui, who worked as a fitness coach. He was wearing tight sportswear that showed off his two big pectoral muscles, and under his sweatpants were muscular, dark calves.
The remaining five people are the drunkard who is still sleeping, the 38th-tier celebrity Zhong Ming, the little brother Qingfeng in a grey Taoist robe, the bearded photographer, and the boy with dreadlocks Zhang Jinyang.
Everyone stood or squatted, and no one spoke for a while.
Silent collapse is more depressing than vocal collapse. Chen Yang suddenly remembered something very important. He pulled Chao Jian aside and asked, "Did you bring the medicine?"
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang's eyebrows knitted together: "Didn't bring it?"
He looked at the boy. His feet were not bare but wearing cotton slippers, which meant he was not in bed before he came in.
It’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping
"I'll get up and take medicine." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang didn't ask the boy why he couldn't sleep well again. This was a problem that couldn't be solved in a short time. The most important thing now was whether he brought medicine.
Chao Jian pointed to his pajama pants pocket.
Chen Yang subconsciously reached his hand in, touched something and took it out to take a look.
It's a pill.
Five pills in total.
Chen Yang: "How come..."
Chao Jian looked calm and said, "I had just finished taking my medicine and poured out some to count for fun."
Chen Yang was stunned. What kind of childish quirk was this? He pondered and said, "How many times a day do you take medicine now?"
"three times."
Chen Yang asked again: "How many pills at a time?"
"Three and a half pills." Chao Jian's hair was messy and his tone was flat.
The speaker is not disturbed, but the audience is stunned as if by a huge wave.
In Chen Yang's memory, at that time, Xiao Yindao took the medicine twice a day, morning and evening, two pills each time.
Later, he didn't know when it started, but Chao Jian seemed to start taking it three times a day, morning, noon and evening, two pills each time. He was not sure.
I didn't expect that Chao Jian now takes it three times a day, three and a half pills each time.
The medication was having less and less effect on him.
This is an extremely terrifying change. If it is not alleviated, Chao Jian will soon...
Chen Yang tried his best to suppress his inner anxiety and took a deep breath, "You took the medicine before you came here. Now it's daybreak, so don't take it today. You can take one pill a day for the rest, okay?"
He used a solicitous tone and did not dare to force anything.
The young man stared at Chen Yang and said coldly: "Is it scary when I don't take medicine?"
Chen Yang: “…”
This is a question.
"Not scary, just a little irritable, otherwise no different from usual." He lied with his eyes open.
Chao Jian stared at Chen Yang for a moment and said nothing more.
Chen Yang felt that he had agreed to his proposal, and hurriedly said, "I'll go to the shed over there and find a bag to put the pills in for you."
"Leave the medicine here with me. I'll give it to you every morning."
Chen Yang was afraid that the boy would lose control and eat it all in one breath.
Chao Jian used crutches to go to the shed closest to them, and Chen Yang followed with the pills in his hand.
Not far away, Zhao Yuan, who had overheard the conversation, sat down on the sand and said, "It's over."
Zhong Ming, who was squatting next to him, was as if facing a great enemy: "What's wrong? What's over? You are an experienced person, don't scare me like that!"
Zhao Yuan murmured, "He didn't bring enough medicine."
Zhong Ming didn't understand.
Zhao Yuan looked at the little star with envy, thinking that being ignorant and fearless was really good.
The items in the several sheds are similar, including swimming equipment, bubble-blowing toys for children, conchs, corals, sand-digging tools, etc.
Chen Yang rolled up the bag of pills and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. He took a look at the shoes displayed.
There are diving shoes.
Chen Yang used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to pick up a shoe to check its size. It didn't fit him, so he put it back: "I wear size 42, can you help me find one?"
Chao Jian raised a crutch and turned all the men's diving shoes over as Chen Yang stared in amazement.
At a glance, you can see the shoe size clearly.
Chen Yang found his own shoe size. He didn't care about the fancy styles and just picked a pair into the plastic bag: "Chao Jian, you should wear this too. Slippers are not convenient."
As he said that, he found him a pair of size 43 shoes.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian walked towards the locker room and passed by the ticket office, which was a small booth with many dusty signs on the table.
Each brand is wrapped with a rubber band, which looks a bit old.
Like the items in the shed.
This bathhouse is different from the train station. Its time background is not the present, but the past.
Three years ago.
This was discovered by Chen Yang through the production dates of the items in the shed.
Their tents, however, were new.
The locker room was very simple, with only a storage cabinet, three benches and a row of shower heads.
Chen Yang found a water pipe in the corner. The water was very cold, and when it hit his feet, a chill ran up from the soles of his feet, and he got goose bumps all over his body.
"It's too cold." Chen Yang ran to the bench on tiptoe, shivering. There was nothing to wipe the water off his feet, so he could only let them dry naturally.
"Do you have any clues?" Chen Yang asked Chao Jian who was looking at the stool while leaning on a crutch.
He raised Chao Jian's cane.
Chen Yang looked in the direction he pointed: "Why..."
After seeing something, Chen Yang jumped to the ground with a pale face.
It's hair.
There was a small, long, thin strand stuck in a gap in the bench.
Chen Yang felt a tingling sensation on the back of his head. This was a men's locker room, so how could there be girls with long hair
"It doesn't necessarily have to be girls', there are boys with long hair too." Chen Yang suggested the second possibility.
Chao Jian ignored his self-consolation.
"Tick-Tock"
Suddenly, there was a sound of water drops hitting the ground in the corner.
The sound was particularly clear in the silent locker room, and it appeared behind the long hair, and the timing made it terrifying.
Chen Yang wanted to carry Chao Jian on his back and run out, but he accidentally touched his injured finger.
The piercing pain overwhelmed the fear.
Chen Yang put his hands twitching and blew on them to his mouth.
Chao Jian said sternly: "You never learn your lesson."
Chen Yang wiped away the physiological tears that slid down his face with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't mention it, this time it really cheated me."
Chao Jian's eyes fell on his still trembling fingers and he was silent for a moment: "Put on your shoes and go out."
Chen Yang didn't dare to sit on the bench or lean against the cabinet, so he leaned against Chao Jian, quickly poured the diving shoes out of the plastic bag, stuffed his feet in, one on the left and one on the right, bent down and pulled them up one by one with his left hand.
The material of the shoes is very soft and light, and it feels like you are not wearing anything.
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian walked out of the locker room, Zhao Yuan ran towards them eagerly.
If we don’t talk about the past now, we will have no chance when the boy’s illness relapses. Zhao Yuan panted and looked at Chen Yang: “Brother, why didn’t you call me?”
Chen Yang looked past Zhao Yuan to see the other people on the beach and answered him, "The rules interfered. The number is wrong."
Zhao Yuan's face was full of shock.
At that time, he wrote down Chen Yang's contact information in the memo of his mobile phone, and called him as soon as he returned to the real world. A strange male voice answered the call, saying that he didn't know Chen Yang and that he had dialed the wrong number.
Zhao Yuan thought he hadn't remembered the number correctly. He thought Chen Yang was very cautious and would definitely not be as stupid as him.
So Zhao Yuan waited for Chen Yang's call every day, from morning to night, and kept waiting. He frequently touched his phone during class and put it next to his pillow when he slept.
After waiting for a week, Zhao Yuan felt that something was wrong. He took out the string of numbers in the memo, rearranged them, and tried them one by one, but none of them were correct.
Zhao Yuan wilted.
My friends all thought that Zhao Yuan fell in love and then broke up. God knows what he went through.
So that's what happened. What the fuck! Zhao Yuan's mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat.
Chen Yang turned his attention to Zhao Yuan: "When did you enter the mission world?"
"No."
Zhao Yuan said something shocking: "This is my second mission."
He was confused by Chen Yang's change of expression: "Aren't you?"
Chen Yang said I am not: "I am the fourth one."
Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"How could this happen?" Zhao Yuan's eyes widened. "Aren't we from the same group? Why do you have so many missions?"
Chen Yang was speechless.
Zhao Yuan's out-of-control emotions came back a little. Chen Yang was the same as him. They were all passively entering and exiting the mission world. They couldn't decide when to start, and they didn't know where the end was, or whether there would be an end.
They are the task takers who are pushed forward, so how can they understand the rules
Zhao Yuan felt a darkness before his eyes, with no hope of dawn. He mechanically pulled his hair and said, "Fortunately, you are okay."
Chen Yang frowned slightly. This child was truly worried about him.
Zhao Yuan noticed a black-haired young man walking towards him. He was walking slowly, as if he was taking a stroll in the park, without any sign of panic or anxiety.
He asked Chen Yang in a low voice: "Has that young man done a mission with you before?"
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
Zhao Yuan suddenly met Wen Qing's gaze. The other party narrowed one eye, made a shooting gesture, and uttered: "biubiubiu."
Three shots, he, Chao Jian and Chen Yang each fired one shot.
Zhao Yuan rubbed his arms. The guy's words and actions were very exaggerated. He seemed to be keen on performing and enjoying everyone's attention.
This abnormal type is even worse than Lin Yue and Zhang Yan when they are in a bad mental state.
Only Chao Jian can fight him.
But for Zhao Yuan, between Chao Jian and Wen Qing, he chose the latter.
At least the other party is not the manic and violent type.
Zhao Yuan has been haunted by nightmares ever since he returned to the real world. In his dreams, he wasn't dreaming about his mutated teammates or the islanders who had turned into monsters, but Chao Jian who had fallen ill.
You can imagine how scary it is.
From the time he entered the bathhouse until now, Zhao Yuan didn't dare to look directly at Chao Jian. He didn't understand how Chen Yang got along with him, and what kind of luck he had that they could become teammates again.
And... it seems that their relationship is even closer than when they were on Xiaoyin Island.
Wen Qing has come over, and Chen Yang whispered to Zhao Yuan: "He is a gaming maniac, don't provoke him."
"I will stay away from him." Zhao Yuan said.
"It's not enough to just stay away. You have to pay as much attention as possible to what he does and what he sees."
Chen Yang briefly described Wen Qing's performance at the train station.
Zhao Yuan: “…”
What a terrifyingly talented player.
Fun first.
Wen Qing glanced at Zhao Yuan who was running away: "School Prince."
"For an old man who has experienced the survival game, it is rare that his mind can be so clear."
Wen Qing looked puzzled: "But he seems to be afraid of me?"
"I shouldn't be so enthusiastic," he said, changing the subject abruptly, "Handsome guy, the shoes on your feet look nice."
Chen Yang looked up and down and found that Wen Qing was the one dressed the neatest among them, and also very formally.
He was wearing a three-piece suit, a bow tie, and leather shoes, as if he had just come from a banquet.
This outfit is completely different from the last time I was at the train station.
Chen Yang felt that he had underestimated Wen Qing's family background. This outfit was no cheaper than a painter's outfit.
Wen Qing approached Chao Jian and said, "Your people are staring at me, can you tolerate it?"
Chao Jian looked down at him coldly and said, "Get lost."
Wen Qing pretended to be sad: "This is our second collaboration, why are we still so distant?"
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly what they said, nor did he ask. He just asked Wen Qing about his situation at the train station.
"Well, there's nothing much to say," Wen Qing peeled a bubble gum and put it in his mouth, "Xiangdong left, and the painter left too. It's boring for me to stay alone."
The next second, the corners of his mouth curled up: "So I went to the third train station."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Then I went to the fourth one, the fifth one..." Wen Qing counted his fingers, "I also tried to get on the bus on time, but I ended up getting a new ticket when I arrived at my stop."
"I originally wanted to finish a round, but as I was playing I found that it was no longer fresh, so I came back."
Chen Yang was speechless.
Wen Qing blinked: "Anything else you want to ask? If not, then we should gather together."
"A new mission has begun. I wonder what awaits us." He looked around the bathhouse expectantly, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes. "I hate digging in the sand."
The second half of the sentence is barely audible.
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly, and Chao Jian, who had sharp hearing, remained indifferent.
"Did you meet Mr. Feng and the little mute?" Chen Yang asked Wen Qing.
"No."
This answer was beyond Chen Yang's expectations, but also within his expectations. The mission was cyclical, with countless train stations and countless death traps.
The probability of encountering it is impossible to estimate, it all depends on luck.
Chen Yang said in a negotiating tone: "Wen Qing, can you be more honest in this mission?"
"No way." Wen Qing blew a big bubble and ran away, "I will die."
Chen Yang: “What?”
Wen Qing chuckled: "If life is boring, I will die."
Chen Yang was stunned at first, and then horrified.
Because he could tell that Wen Qing's words were not pretentious, but came from his true feelings.
Chen Yang wanted to say something, but suddenly he couldn't utter a word.
He remembered that after he woke up in the rehabilitation center, he felt bored and disgusted with life for a while, and was unwilling to continue along this broken path of life.
When I got home, I still had no energy, no fighting spirit, no direction. I felt like my life was dull and would never be again.
It was the mission world that gave him goals and thus refocused his motivation.
Chen Yang looked at the young man in front of him, thoughtfully.
"Is there anything in the men's locker room?" The hipster said while chewing gum.
Chen Yang said: "Long hair."
Wen Qing stopped chewing and said, "Female ghost?"
"Finally a female ghost comes. I like young ladies." Wen Qing happily ran towards the locker room.
It looks like a child looking for toys.
Chen Yang licked his dry lips. Chao Jian gave him the feeling that he was born to be suitable for the mission world. He adapted to the rules here like a fish entering the sea, and Wen Qing was making himself like the mission world.
Not quite the same.
Ten minutes later, ten people, except the drunkard, gathered under the blue awning.
When Wen Qing said that there was a female ghost in the bathhouse and that the target of the mission was most likely her, the one with the best physique, He Xiangrui, reacted the most. All his hard muscles were shaking.
"Why, why is there still a ghost?" He Xiangrui burst into tears in fear.
The tough guy sheds tears and the style of the painting suddenly changes.
"What are you doing?" He Xiangrui was being stared at by everyone, with tears as big as beans about to fall, which looked a bit funny with his masculine face.
"Coach He, look at your biceps, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, psoas muscles..."
Zhao Yuan said one and poked one.
He Xiangrui finally understood why people around him looked at him like that. He said unhappily, "What's wrong with that? I have well-developed muscles, so I can't be scared and cry?"
Zhang Jinyang shook his dreadlocks and said disdainfully, "Brother, your crying caught us off guard."
"How can you say that?" He Xiangrui said, "Those overbearing CEOs are cute when they curl up in fear after watching a horror movie, but when it comes to me, I'm caught off guard. Isn't this double standard?"
Zhang Jinyang said: "You have a domineering face, and you are also cute in contrast. If you don't have it, don't talk about it."
He Xiangrui looks strong but not handsome, and his face turned red from being choked.
Zhao Yuan patted He Xiangrui's arm muscles and said, "No one is not afraid of real ghosts. Everyone is afraid, all the same."
"The female ghost has come out, and who knows who will run the fastest."
Zhang Jinyang kicked up a piece of sand: "Who are you trying to spit on with your words?"
"Brother, you misunderstood." Zhao Yuan smiled awkwardly.
"I mean, it's okay to be afraid, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. The first time I did a mission, I cried so hard that my eyes were swollen. If you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Chen, he was there that time too."
Chen Yang continued the conversation that Zhao Yuan had passed on: "It's nothing. This is my fourth mission, and I'm still afraid."
Now everyone's psychological shadow area is a little smaller.
"No matter what industry you are in, no matter how calm and wise you are in normal times, it doesn't conflict with being scared and collapsing after seeing a ghost." He Xiangrui tried to get his friends to take sides. Some of them were dignified and generous, and even screamed when they saw a caterpillar.
What's more, it's a ghost, and it's not a special effect in the movie, it's real, and it's really expensive.
When He Xiangrui thought of this, he felt that the sand under his feet were all ghost faces, and he nervously put his feet on the chair.
Wen Qing said sincerely, "That's right, even murderers are afraid of ghosts. I've seen it with my own eyes. He was so scared that he peed himself. You guys are already very strong."
Everyone: “…”
"It's okay, we have a Taoist priest." Zhong Ming said in a low voice.
The breeze instantly became the focus.
Chen Yang also took a closer look. The little Taoist priest had red lips and white teeth, and it seemed that he had little experience in Taoism. He probably had not learned much of the skill of catching ghosts.
But he knows a little bit about the relevant things, such as drawing talismans.
Chen Yang was already wondering what it would be like if the ascetics from the real world came to the mission world, when he heard the little Taoist priest say, "I am a materialist."
"Materialists practicing Taoism?" Chen Yang's expression was out of control.
Qingfeng opened his eyes innocently: "I don't practice Taoism, I am in the mortal world."
Zhao Yuan pulled his Taoist robe and said, "Then why are you wearing this?"
Qingfeng: "Cosplay."
There was total silence under the awning.
Qingfeng explained that he was attending a cosplay convention last night and somehow ended up here.
It's all misunderstanding.
Zhong Ming fell back into a desperate situation, and with him were He Xiangrui, Feng Chu, who had a very weak presence, and the photographer.
The Taoist priest is fake, but the ghost is real. Is there anything worse than this
Zhang Jinyang was fine, his mood didn't change much. He looked like he could kill gods if they came, and ghosts if they came.
Chen Yang looked at the gauze on his fingers: "The food and water here are all expired."
"I do." Zhao Yuan said.
After him, several more people spoke up.
Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that food was not a big problem and he would not starve to death in the short term.
"I have some too." Wen Qing smiled, "Handsome guy, I still have milk slices. If you want some, you can ask me for them."
"I, I, I forgot, I," Zhao Yuan spoke hurriedly while reaching into his pocket and gave what he took out to Chen Yang.
That was a handful of milk flakes.
It happens to be the kind that Chen Yang often eats.
Zhao Yuan was influenced by Chen Yang. He now also has the habit of taking milk tablets and has a lot of them in his bag.
There are enough milk slices.
This made Wen Qing's plan go awry. He snorted unhappily: "Classmate, sometimes you're cuter when you don't speak."
Zhao Yuan, a tall man, just acted like an ostrich.
Chen Yang used his palm to push the milk tablets in his arms towards Chao Jian, motioning him to take it away.
He frowned at Jian.
Chen Yang said with his eyes, they are all milk slices, the same.
Chao Jian did not take it away and put it away as he did before. He just sat there without saying a word.
Chen Yang was anxious. When this guy was not taking medicine, he would be distracted by pinching the milk tablets. If there were no milk tablets at all, that would be adding insult to injury.
He simply grabbed the milk tablets and stuffed them into Chao Jian's pocket.
During this time, my hands hurt so much that I gasped repeatedly.
Chao Jian waved Chen Yang's hand away with a cold face, took the remaining milk slices himself, and didn't let him grab them again.
The atmosphere is subtle.
Chen Yang asked everyone nonchalantly: "Can you swim?"
Those who were distracted and watching the show all looked at Chen Yang.
"Want to go in the water?"
"I don't know, just in case." Chen looked up at the sea under the sun.
Of the ten people, except Chen Yang and Chao Jian who can't swim, the other eight can.
The momentum looks good.
Chen Yang talked about the task prompt and asked who got it.
Everyone shook their heads.
Chen Yang's gaze drifted over and stopped at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing Blows Bubbles: "It's easy to understand. Since none of us got it, the clue is in the hands of the eleventh person who hasn't arrived yet."
"I'll go get that guy."
As soon as Zhao Yuan finished speaking, the person in the tent at the edge came out. The drunkard was a young man. He faced the sea with his mouth open in an O shape.
"Did I travel through time?"
The drunkard saw Chen Yang and the others under the awning and rubbed his eyes: "Or is it a group fight?"
"I drank too much, damn it, I'm going to go back to sleep for a while, remember this dream, and post it on my Moments when I wake up..."
Zhao Yuan ran over to do some popular science work, and the drunkard suddenly sobered up. He roared in horror: "What a bunch of fucking psychopaths!"
My mouth was full of the smell of alcohol, which lingered all night and was disgusting.
Zhao Yuan wanted to punch him, but he remembered that he was also a newcomer and had his share of frustrations, so he endured it and let the other person touch his pocket.
"Your ID number is in there."
Drunks don’t touch. With his protective awareness soaring, he refused to do so. He pointed at Zhao Yuan and the other people under the awning, and yelled with bloodshot eyes: "Mads, a bunch of crazy people!"
After yelling, he went back to the tent cursing and continued to sleep.
It must be a dream, a dream within a dream.
Zhao Yuan helplessly replied: "That guy drank a lot of alcohol and his mind is very confused. I can't communicate with him. Ignore him for now. When he finds that he is still here, he will know that it is not a dream."
"When I just woke up, I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself," said He Xiangrui.
He Xiangrui was not the only one who did this. All the newlyweds did the same. When they appeared in the tent strangely, their first reaction was that they were dreaming.
Chen Yang looked at Wen Qing.
"Handsome guy, don't be like this," Wen Qing said helplessly, "If you keep looking at me like this, I'll think you like me."
Chen Yang still looked at him: "What's the hint?"
"It's not with me." Wen Qing said, "When the drunkard realizes the reality and comes to us crying, we will ask him. What's the point of asking me?"
Chen Yang's intuition told him that the task prompt was not with the drunkard.
Excluding the drunkard, among the others, Wen Qing is the most likely suspect. He has a criminal record and has sufficient motive.
Chen Yang always looks at literary youths.
Zhao Yuan followed the direction chosen by Chen Yang, and the others followed the crowd.
Wen Qing was immediately surrounded by many gazes. He shook his head and said, "You are blind. How can you believe him so much? Adults should have their own ideas and not just follow the crowd..."
A cane swept over.
Wen Qing immediately stepped aside and stopped making noises.
This scene changed the newcomers' impression of him who were wary of Wen Qing. They found that he was not tall and strong, and his fighting skills were not good enough.
So Zhang Jinyang, who fought in the underground boxing world, stepped in.
His physique is different from He Xiangrui's, who was trained through anaerobic exercise. His muscles are not exaggerated, but he bursts out with terrifying power before relaxing.
The most amazing thing about Wen Qing is that he is not in a hurry to admit defeat. Even though his pores are stretched open by Zhang Jinyang's blood, he still said calmly: "Okay, okay, we are all civilized people, don't be like this."
"Force can't solve any problem. That's just recklessness."
After that, he looked at Chao Jian with a strong desire to survive: "I'm not talking about you."
"That means me." Zhang Jinyang squeezed his scarred hands.
Wen Qing blew a bubble at him, but he called out, "Chen Yang."
Chen Yang said, "Go ahead."
Early to bed, early to rise
This is the task hint revealed by Wen Qing.
Everyone has different reactions. Is the task related to their work and rest schedule
Zhao Yuan said: "Is it true?"
"School Prince, it's right to raise questions." Wen Qing smiled meaningfully, "My answer is, if you believe it, it's true, if you don't believe it, it's false."
Chen Yang looked at the hipster who was looking for trouble: "Only four words? What about periods, commas, ellipsis, exclamation marks, etc?"
Wen Qing said: "Only words."
Chen Yang examined Wen Qing for a while, then leaned over to Chao Jian's ear and said, "Do you think Wen Qing is hiding something?"
Chao Jian: "You have the answer in your heart."
Chen Yang was silent. He thought that Wen Qing had no intention of covering it up, and was just going around in circles to attract everyone's attention.
When they passed the train station, Chen Yang could see that Wen Qing had a strong vanity. He liked to be the protagonist and liked to show off.
The fun of literary youths does not lie in concealing task hints.
Chen Yang leaned back in his chair and wondered, what message did “early to bed, early to rise” reveal
"Think about it." Zhao Yuan said, "The task prompt is very important, it can be said to be the key."
Zhang Jinyang gave up and sat down on the sand. The temperature was scalding, but he continued to sit there despite his thick skin: "I can't use my brain."
"I can't do it either." He Xiangrui scratched his head.
The remaining four people, Qingfeng, the photographer, Feng Chu and Zhong Ming, were all thinking about it, but none of them could come up with an answer.
Feng Chu frowned and asked, "Early to bed and early to rise refers to the time?"
Chen Yang sat up suddenly and looked at him straight.
Feng Chu blushed when he was looked at. He continued his thoughts: "Usually, what time is considered early to go to bed and what time is considered early to get up?"
A group of night owls couldn't answer the question and wanted to search for answers from netizens online, but their cell phones had no signal.
"Six or seven, that's considered early for bed." The photographer said, "If you want to get up early, I think it's four or five?"
Others echoed: "Almost, it's about those two times."
Chen Yang muttered to himself: "Six or seven o'clock... four or five o'clock... six or seven o'clock... four or five o'clock... six or seven o'clock..."
He tilted his head, the sun that had risen up at some unknown time reflected in his pupils.
The golden sunlight is dazzling.
Chen Yang stood up suddenly: "It's sunrise and sunset!"
"Early to bed, early to rise, corresponds to sunset and sunrise." He said with his chest heaving too quickly.
The literary seal clapped his hands: "Just as I thought, handsome boy, I really have to rely on you."
That means, whether the game can be exciting or not depends on you.
Chen Yang ignored Wen Qing, he turned around and looked at Chao Jian.
Chao Jian nodded.
Only then did Chen Yang let out the breath that was stuck in his throat.
"The task reminder for going to bed early and getting up early refers to sunrise and sunset. What does that mean?"
Zhong Ming said to himself: "Does it mean that at sunrise and sunset, the bathhouse will change and ghosts will come out to kill people?"
The air flow under the awning suddenly solidified.
The sunrise and sunset kept floating in Chen Yang's mind, and his eyes unconsciously moved towards the drunkard's tent.
This period of time is enough for a newcomer to make sure that he is not dreaming and to recognize this nightmarish reality.
With that facial ID number in your hand, why are you still staying alone in the tent? Shouldn’t you come out and join everyone
This is human instinct.
Chen looked up at the silent tent. Why didn't it come out for so long
"Bang!"
The hipster blew a big bubble and it burst.
Chen Yang's temple twitched at the voice. Just as he was about to say something literary, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhao Yuan noticed that Chen Yang's face looked wrong.
Chen Yang didn't bother to respond to Zhao Yuan. He grabbed Chao Jian and walked towards the tent.
The others followed suit.
A group of ten people stood outside the outermost tent. Zhao Yuan shouted a few times, but there was no sound from inside.
He Xiangrui admired and said: "He really fell asleep again."
No one responded.
He Xiangrui asked them what was wrong.
Zhao Yuan said, "Did you hear the snoring?"
He Xiangrui's mighty body trembled, and he forced himself to remain calm: "Maybe he won't snore anymore."
Again no one spoke.
The more scared Zhang Jinyang was, the bolder his action became. He walked straight over and pulled open the tent with force.
The drunk was lying inside with his back to them.
Chen Yang leaned towards Chao Jian.
"Brother, why didn't you say anything after I called you for such a long time?" He Xiangrui didn't want to believe that a living person died like this.
The man suddenly turned around.
"I knew it wasn't..."
He Xiangrui's face turned pale before he could finish his words.
The man lay flat on his back with a pale face, his head tilted 90 degrees outside the tent, his body stiff.
There was a dark white area in his eyes, with no eyeballs.
That was a dead body.
When he turned around just now, it was as if someone pushed him and told him that his companions were here.